I Am Really The Best Anti Hero In Another World!-System Of Anti Hero!-Chapter 50 - Unwanted Reunion

A few seconds passed after that terrible pressure had fallen upon him, and in those brief moments, it dissipated. There was no longer any pressure; everything was perfectly normal—except for the minds of those who had felt it.

It took a while before the old man, much like the woman outside who had fainted just a few steps in front of the stairs, awoke. But when he did, the very first thing he attempted was to listen for any sound coming from the room; the old man soon realized that the terrifying beast that had been there had vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

Noticing that it was apparently no longer there, the old man rose and began to wipe away the blood streaming from his ears and nostrils—the pain that spread through his body at that moment was beyond measure or explanation. Soon after he finished cleaning, still hearing or feeling nothing coming from inside the room—not even near the house—the old man carefully walked toward the chamber, enduring agony with every step.

Upon entering the room, he fixed his gaze on the bed and noticed that a large part of it was frozen. Then he saw Noah's body lying on the floor beside it. Despite the pain wracking his entire body, he quickened his steps toward the bed, relieved that he could still hear the trembling breath of the young one.

Placing his hand on her chest, and after closing his eyes for a few moments to steady his own breathing, he regulated the flow of Qi within his body.

Sigh...

Then he looked around, his expression one of utter surprise and disbelief, as he wondered how all of this had come to pass here. Part of the ceiling was completely burned, as was part of the room. Yet another section of the ceiling was almost entirely frozen—as was much of the rest of the space.

The old man directed his gaze toward Noah, lying beside the bed, and thought:

'...What did you do in this place...?'

He bent down and placed his right index finger just in front of Noah's nose to see if he was still alive.

'...It seems I wasn't the only one who kept some secrets... But... if that boy managed to do something that even he could never have imagined—something we once believed was impossible... how terrifyingly powerful might he become in the future? Or rather... how monstrous is he already...?'

He picked Noah up in his arms, stood up, and slowly walked to the other side of the bed. As he thought, 'Maybe he'll be able to do this better than I can... not today, but perhaps someday,' the old man carefully laid Noah down beside the girl.

Darkness suddenly arose, and somehow Noah found himself conscious. Yet, by no means could such an inhospitable place be real—it had to be somewhere else.

"..."

"What the hell... where am I...?" Noah asked as he awoke in a place enveloped by complete darkness.

He looked around, but saw nothing except the dense blackness that surrounded him. Not understanding what was happening, Noah began to shout:

— Hey! System! Hey, idiot! And what about that promise that you'd always be with me?

"Damn...!" he exclaimed, realizing he wouldn't get any response.

He sighed as he stared into the darkness.

"..."

"Shit!!"

Almost immediately after that cry, a strong, blinding light burst forth from a distant point. Noah raised his hand and held it just above his eyes, attempting to block out—even if only partially—that intense glare.

The light was unbelievably strong, and, strangely, it only grew in intensity. As it ascended higher and higher, becoming more dazzling, it was as if a tiny sun were being born right there—a vast, powerful light amid the darkness.

However, the brightness soon became overwhelmingly intense, and Noah's hand no longer achieved the desired effect; even though it shielded his eyes, it seemed to guide them directly into the center of that inexplicable light. With the growing intensity, Noah saw no alternative but to back away.

After taking a few steps back, he was halted by something that resembled a wall. Yet this "wall" was very strange; it didn't seem to be made of bricks or wood at all. It looked much more like it was composed of scales.

Noah ran his hand along it and shuddered when he realized they were real scales. He continued forward, ignoring the light for a while, then turned after a few steps and slowly began to reopen his eyes.

"..."

"Hahaha..."

That laugh was one of fear, yes, and also of despair—fear at coming face-to-face with the creature that had greeted him when he first arrived in this world. With its yellow eyes, it watched him—brighter than the last time they met, filled with life, perhaps.

Noah slowly retreated, extremely cautious, as the gigantic, dark body rose before him—the red parts of its scales gleaming even in that desolate environment.

And with a smile on his face he spoke:

— H-Hello again... It's not bad to see you here— I mean... damn...!